I am the fifth wind
I am here, here, and here
Ebb tide
Dark moon
I pull the roots down deeper
Yank with my teeth
Hunt down sickness in its hiding place
Stop lying
I will level the village
Wearing fire for a skirt
I bathe in the dust
Dancing counter clockwise
Don’t follow me where I go
You, The Dead cannot trouble me
For I am the blue deer
And can capture all your medicine
From my mouth comes the fog
Fernborn
Lighting born
I gather the waste and remove it
Yerba Santa and Grindilia
Combined is my Medicine

 
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Previously Published in Red Earth Productions & Cultural Work’s Community of Writers’ Café